the thought counts

In Favor of Tradition

Rai was awoken by a stirring within the sheets. The bed shifted as someone sat upon the opposite end. There sat Gisha, swathed in one of his many sheets and already wide awake. Between them sat a cake that smelled of Piltovian chocolate. A single candle burned on the cake, though the flame seemed far too large for the size of the candle.

“Today is the anniversary of your birth… I therefore wish you joy and happiness!” She could barely contain her smile. It seemed she was very proud of this. “After much effort, a cake was about all I could manage. I know neither of us care for sweets, but I’ve been told it’s the thought that counts. I believe it’s customary for you to extinguish the candle as well.” At those words the flame grew slightly smaller. “Though I may assist you if necessary.”


And you can count the years on one finger that we’ve been together but that didn’t make me doubt myself at all when “I love you” tumbled from my lips like the vomit that wanted to follow when you just stared at me with the most frightened expression on your face.

So my heart only soared higher when you whispered you loved me too.

number of individual swear words in every fob album

take this to your grave: 2

from under the cork tree: 0

infinity on high: 3

folie a deux: 5

save rock and roll: 10

american beauty american psycho: 1


↳ Kaneki Ken & Yamori + Finger Cracking 

for thejacketslut


Happy 10th Anniversary New Who (26.03.2005)

Thank you for coming back and for changing the lives of a whole new generation for the better.